Dane’s sleeping through the night! That’s right, two nights in a row, 8 hours+. Now the blog administrators (parental units) may be jumping the gun a bit, but dad is eyeing a bottle of champagne in the fridge and mom is eyeing the prospects of wathcing dad drink said bottle of champagne. (It’s easy to talk tough from behind the keyboard on the internets.)

In addition to sleeping for prolonged periods of time, Dane has been greatly increasing his neck strength and has been talking up a storm. In addition, his unicorn drawing skills have increased by 100%.

After growing an impressive milk belly for several weeks, it seems the little guy is begining to grow upwards, switching to 3-6 month clothing days before his 3 month birthday. Go Dane!

Dane got to take his first trip to the beach today. It was sunny, warm, with a light off shore breeze. Dane seemed a bit underwhelmed, but the day eight weeks, 3 days, 2 hours, 8 minutes, and 28 seconds in the making has realized its course.

Dane, due to his early insertion into the beach hierarchy, gained instant local status and is now fully within his rights to call any kook, off any wave, should he see fit. Locals only!

Mommy spotted another local cruising the lineup as the family was driving away from the beach. What looked like a juvenile grey whale was inside the kelp line, cruising the miniscule surf. We made a u-turn and watched the little guy gingerly cruise out to see. Dane instanly named him “oooaaahh”, which in baby means, lil homie! Go Dane!

Dane's very first beach picture!

Proud Papa! (Dane can't surf yet.)

Did you see the size of that chicken? (It was a seagull Mommy. His name was Jonathon Livingston.)